Mem :)

Two (and a half) super-soldiers physically altered and forcefully gone under intense psychological training to become fierce fighters

Or

A guy who failed his graduation exam and had his mom get him a second chance

I couldn’t help myself from making this about my headcanons but

CLONE HANDS.

Strong and skilled. Calloused from years of gloves, guns, wine, women, and disco.

Gentle and deliberate. Starved of physical contact but they touch like it’s the only thing they’ve known.

Grip strength. Articulation. Flexing viens. Scars. Tatts. Cracking knuckles. Smoothing over. Curled. Trembling.

The clone underground didn't have a lot of beds to start with- when the clones from Tantiss came home, the bed situation got even worse. Sister always knew she had to share her private room with any other sister or sibling that comes home, she keep the other bed ready for them.

When Emerie came home with all the vode from Tantiss, the other bed in the room was left unused. Sister wouldn't have it any other way.

speedpaint under the cut // <ref>

We know cal uses blasters all the time, do you think he tried/would try to teach the other jedi to use a blaster with a lightsaber because, you know, why wouldn't you?

I imagine Ezra being on board since his first saber was also a blaster, but what about Ahsoka who knew Obi "blaster's are uncivilzed" Kenobi? I imagine cal would have a heck of a time trying to convince her to learn

cal and ezra would try, but i don't think the main obstacles would be luke and ahsoka's OWN attitudes...

some victims and survivors use dark fiction to cope and heal from their trauma, because in their fics, they are in control of what happens. they can turn the table and turn what happens into something that’s not traumatizing. and they can do that because they don’t owe you anything.

it’s a kink to some people, even though they were never victims. people can enjoy it and find it hot because at the end of the day it’s just a fantasy. it’s not real. they don’t owe you anything.

it’s cathartic and/or therapeutic to some to see their favorite fictional characters suffer. that’s why whump is such a popular trope; people love putting their fictional little guys through hell. non-con is a part of whump. and these people don’t owe you anything.

fanfic writers can write whatever they want, however they want. they don’t owe you anything.

Introducing Crosshair!!!

Crosshair grew up in the Bronx, New York, the son of New Zealand immigrants. His family had brought Māori with them (the indigenous Polynesian language of the Māori people) and it was as much a part of the household as English was. He and his three brothers were quadruplets, and they grew up a few streets over from their older cousins Echo and Fives, who were twins. Multiple births seemed to run in the family.

Their parents died while the brothers were still in high school, leaving them to raise their younger sister on their own. In 1942, the draft age dropped from 21 to 18, and all four brothers were conscripted into the Army at once. She was around nine years old when they left. All four brothers listed her as their emergency contact, because there wasn’t anyone else.

They didn’t stay in the general ranks for long. Captain Rex noticed that the brothers each brought something distinct to the table. One handled demolitions. One could work out a technical problem faster than most people could identify it. One kept the other three pointed in the same direction. And Crosshair shot things that needed shooting, at distances that shouldn’t have been possible. They also spoke fluent Te Reo Māori, which was not a language enemy forces were likely to crack. Rex flagged them for the Office of Strategic Services, and the OSS agreed. The four brothers were designated the 99th OSS Operational Group: a small, self-contained unit built around their particular mix of skills. Among themselves, they called it the Bad Batch.

After the war, Crosshair spent a fair amount of time at the Copacabana. He’d found that a billiards table was a reasonable place to make money. This was, of course, enabled by his steady hands, good read on angles, and enough patience to let the other guy think he had a chance. It wasn’t so different from what he’d done during the war. Just quieter, and significantly more lucrative.

High quality art images, references, and taglist under the cut! ~

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

Ahsoka comes back with news that the baby was stolen from an orphan's home and has no family to return to, only to find Kanan proudly toting the kid around in a baby carrier while Sabine uses fabric paint to write SPECTRE 7 on all five of the Loth-cat baby onesies Ezra just bought (he had to get one in every color!!)